Suibne the Lunatic
My little oratory in Tuaim Inbir, it is not a full house that is...
with its stars last night, with its sun, with its moon.
Gobban hath built that--that its story may be told to you--
my heartlet, God from heaaven, He is the thatcher who hath thatched it.
A house wherein wet rain pours not, a place wherein thou fearest not spearpoints,
bright as though in a garden, and it without a fence around it.